"Right," Idun agreed, nodding firmly. She wasn't about to acknowledge the doubt in his tone, or the smirk on his lips. No, as far as Idun was aware, Loki was genuinely agreeing with her. Jondi was terrible. Even without meeting her, Loki could tell. Idun's description alone was all it took for him to be on her side. This was a woman who had no business holding the heart of such a brilliant, brilliant man. Her hand was unworthy.
And then he continued.
Loki always continued.
Idun watched with an unfortunate sense of dread as Loki began roaming her kitchen. She knew what he was up to, but didn't want to admit it. It didn't matter if his words drove her to question the acid content of her stomach, and check bile levels. But try as she might, her thoughts truly were consumed. She felt ruined. Jealousy had already burned something Idun had never, ever burned before. Idun's next exhale was carefully controlled to keep from wavering, and then -
Her brow furrowed. "What?" She looked at him curiously, eyes slightly wide. "That's...for pastry. Combining things." Idun shook her head, swallowing thickly. Oh, this was very, very bad. Loki was teasing her, but in doing so, he was breaking down all the silly lies she'd built into a protective wall around her heart. She should never have said anything to him at all.
"I...I shouldn't be jealous. That would be stupid. Because if I was jealous, that would mean I love Bragi. And I don't. So I can't be jealous. You're wrong."
There. Argument over. "I think I have some wine..." Had she offered him wine already? Did it matter?